Ji Mansion's Old Zhao

Bags of salt, spices and sugar stacked from inside the shop all the way out into the streets. Merchants loaded with goods going flooded the streets with their carriages.
The air was filled with fragrances emanating from all manner of spices. It was a prosperous, lively city at the side of the oasis. Sounds of metals being hammered and threads being woven were heard all over the place, as smiths and craftsmen were busy at work in their respective workshops.
The banner of the successor of the Kingdom of Swadia—Baron Kant—was hanging on the city gates. The citizens lived peaceful, happy lives, revering their lord from the bottom of their hearts.
Soldiers on the city walls armed with crossbows stood guard over the city, and footmen wearing mail armor patrolled the streets.  The place was one of peace and security.

Lord of the Oasis

"It's not hard at all." The troll named Dollond shook his head and said with a smile, "Compared to Lord Woking, who is responsible for the entire Dark Spear Clan, this little task of mine is nothing."

"You've done quite well," Woking said flatly and praised.

"Lord Woking's inspection of the island this year is a little early. How long are you planning to stay on the island?" Dollond changed the topic and asked.

"I should be leaving tomorrow." Woking lifted his feet and walked up the mountain.

"Why don't you stay on the island for a few more days?" Dollond followed closely behind and said anxiously, "The representatives of the outstanding subordinates haven't met you yet."

"Then call them over when we send them off tomorrow," Woking said casually.

After walking out of the territory belonging to the trolls in the valley, the scouts were finally able to straighten their backs and see the sun again.

A Wolf Pack That Was Easily Dealt With